Lithium (Once Upon a Time)

Chapter Thirty-Five: I'm your mother! I don't care...

Storybrooke, 28th December 2012....

Mary Margaret: As my daughter held my heart with her bare hands, I couldn't help but feel the agony of the crush, taking away the life of my already moribund body.

In my mind's eye I could only see the vision of Emma's dark future. One that I saw, after Maleficent worn be about my daughter's potential for darkness and I looked for clues to whereas that was true or not.

In the vision, Emma said the exact same words as she did now. Revealing being relentless and cruel.

I felt death touching my lips. All my work trying to protect my daughter lost in vain, backstabbing me, facing against me

It would seem The Evil Queen won in the end. She got what she always wanted "My destruction even if it was the last thing she'd do." Regina was dead and she could make my own flesh and blood write my sufferable tragic end.

How cruel fate could be.

David: I was numb and still a little shaken by the blast Emma threw at me. But upon seeing my wife facing her demise, I pulled myself from the ground and tried to reach her.

"Snow!" I yelled her real name, broken by the pain of having to lose her to our daughter's hands, after so long trying to find one another.

I wasn't fast enough, Emma was blind by the pain and in an instance, she turned her mother's heart into dust, letting it fall from her hand, as she rose up and a dark vortex changed her silhouette completely.

Her hair was combed in a bun, the blonde coloration was gone, it was now whitish with a few silver strays. A swan hairpiece decorated her head, her once red leather jacket was taken by a coat of shadows, the casual jeans were taken by black leggings.

She was just like the vision Gold showed us and I felt my heart break along with Snow's as I watched our daughter become her worst version possible.

"Emma, what happened to you?!" I asked, already with Snow's dead body in my arms and tears streaming from my face.

"There's no savior in this town anymore." She replied in a dark low tone, much different than the the crystalized angelic voice, a symphony that looked like bells chiming.

The Dark Swan picked Regina's body from the ground and looked at her with sorrow, as she left a kiss on her forehead.

She lifted her hand, engulfing her andRegina in a puff of thick pitch- -black smoke. They both disappeared, leavingme with my deceased wife in my arms and the enormous and colossal pain oflosing the one you love most.